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All that Jongho can remember about Earth is the smell of ozone before a heavy rain. He always thought that he’d remember the sight of the crashing waves of the Pacific Ocean that he regularly swam in as a kid. Or maybe the sound of the birds that chirped away outside his bedroom window on hot summer days when his parents had already left for work. He never expected the final vestiges of Earth in his memory to be the way it smelled before the basement inevitably flooded in their nearly subterranean apartment. Pungent and sweet and familiar.
It doesn’t necessarily make him sad. He’d been a refugee from Earth for as long as he could remember. But it was very strange that it was all he could remember.
Maybe he’s thinking of it now because the man in front of him in the space station cafeteria line smells faintly of ozone. His honey blonde hair is a mess of wet curls that tickle his shoulders, so maybe it’s his shampoo. Jongho has to fight the urge to lean forward and take a whiff. Because…who does that?
“Next!” A man in a crisp, charcoal Imperial Force spacesuit calls out to the line, causing the next pod of people to shuffle forward to fill their trays with food.
The man in front of him is antsy, moving around like he has to go to the bathroom or like he drank a jug of coffee already. But it’s way too early for that. No way someone would drink that amount of coffee this early. So he has to pee then.
He moves forward a little and taps the man on his shoulder. He puts on his best neighborly smile as the stranger turns around to face him. His smile only falters slightly when he gets a good look at the being in front of him. He’s not an Earth refugee, that’s for sure. Though he is incredibly humanoid, in every way that Jongho can see, there are obvious differences in this man that label him as markedly inhuman.
“Yes?” His voice is faintly accented, so low that it’s bordering on a growl. The rich timbre hooks into Jongho and tugs him forward against his will.
He almost goes cross-eyed with their sudden closeness as he opens his mouth to respond. “Um, hi there. I was–it’s just…you seem like–”
His words trail off as he takes in more of the stranger’s features. They’re absolutely striking, hypnotizing in the way a rare bird or snake at a foreign exhibit is. His facial structure does resemble a human, albeit a very attractive human, but his cheeks have jagged, luminescent patterns that shine under his skin like actual gold. And his eyes are slightly more rounded than your average human’s, sparkling from within with the same gold light that dusts his cheeks.
When his eyes trail lower, he can see the same golden dusting is engraved in rough swirls along his shoulders and collarbones. The black muscle tank that hangs loosely from his athletic figure works as a beautiful frame to the painting that is his creamy skin with shining gold accoutrement. It’s beautiful and mesmerizing, Jongho thinks, as he looks back up to find the being smiling at him shyly. His soft lips round to form words that are anything but gentle. “Did you need something?”
“Oh,” Jongho’s cheeks heat under the “man’s” gaze as he tries to remember why he tapped him in the first place. “You were…well, it seems like you have to pee pretty bad. The way you were wiggling around.”
The stranger raises an eyebrow and purses his lips as Jongho speaks. The look feels harsh, but Jongho finds that he quite likes the treatment he’s receiving. He is, after all, making an absolute idiot out of himself.
“If you want, I can save your spot in the line. The latrine is right over there.” He nods towards the big, metal structures that line the far wall of the cafeteria. “They aren’t much for privacy, but when you’ve gotta go, you’ve gotta go.”
A soft huff that could almost be mistaken for a laugh falls out of the stranger unbidden. He pinches his lips together immediately, almost as if he is trying to hold back more unwanted laughter. Twisting his lips, he cocks a hip and narrows his eyes in Jongho’s direction. “No. That’s okay. I don’t have to…pee.”
Jongho’s eyes widen. “Ever?”
The being actually does laugh out loud at that one. Though Jongho hadn’t really meant it as a joke. But the stranger’s laugh runs through him like a livewire on wet skin, so he smiles brightly along with the laughter.
“ That was funny. Yes, I do expel waste. Maybe not exactly like you. But we do…” He trails off, the smile sliding from his face after a few seconds of silence.
“NEXT!” The man in the uniform shouts again. The line shuffles forward. They’re about two pods away from the food distribution area, and Jongho is really starting to feel weak. He had skipped dinner the night before due to a headache, and going this long without food really wasn’t something his body liked to endure.
As him and the man come to a stop again, he loses his footing. He wouldn’t normally allow himself to look this weak around others, but for some reason, this stranger made him feel at ease. Strangely relaxed even with his alien features and haunting voice. He feels two hands come to his shoulders to steady him and nearly falls to the ground at the contact. He stumbles backwards slightly with wide eyes trained on the fingers that had just gripped the bare skin of his shoulders.
“Y-You–” He starts nervously, eyes bouncing from the man’s fingertips to his sad, regretful eyes. “You shocked me.”
The stranger takes a step backwards and glances around the cafeteria hall as if looking for an exit. Jongho’s brow furrows as his brain catches up with his body. He raises a hand and places it on the part of the stranger’s shoulder that is covered in fabric. “I’m sorry. It just startled me. And I’m sorry for…ugh, look–can I start over? Would that be okay?”
The eyes that look back at him still seem nervous, but he nods along anyway as Jongho removes his hand from the stranger’s shoulder. His usual calm smile spreads on his face as he takes a comfortable step back and speaks again, “My name is Jongho. I’m a human from Earth. I’ve been on this station for most of my life. How about you?”
“Nice to meet you, Jongho.” The stranger nods his head politely and lets himself smile slightly. “My name is Yeosang. You probably wouldn’t be able to pronounce my name or my planet’s name with that tongue of yours, but I believe Earthlings call my species Ilektri.”
“Oh…that makes sense. You’re from New Venus, right?” He clarifies with an excited grin. Yeosang returns the smile easily, his eyes swirling with that same gold that shines on his cheeks and shoulders.
“Yes! You’ve heard of us?” He questions in a low voice.
The pod in front of them shuffles forward, and they follow suit, as Jongho responds, “Yes, of course. Although there isn’t much known yet. I heard there was a terrorist attack on your planet recently. I assume that’s why you’re here?”
Yeosang’s face falls and he nods sadly. He is about to speak again when a loud voice calls out across the cafeteria.
“Yeosang! Yeosang, is that you?!” A man shorter than both Jongho and Yeosang rushes up to the pair in a mess of unbrushed hair and equally shiny eyes and cheekbones. He grabs Yeosang by the arm and tugs him out of the line. Jongho tries to follow, but a subtle shake of Yeosang’s head makes him pause. “What in all the mother’s lives are you doing here? You promised to stay in your room. I told you I’d get you breakfast.”
“I was too wired, Wooyoung!” The shorter man’s eyes shoot open at the admission, though Jongho couldn’t fathom why it was such a shocking response to the question. “You’ve kept me cooped up in there since we arrived. I thought that if I took a walk and got something to eat…”
Wooyoung’s face falls as he pulls Yeosang into his arms with a sad smile. “I know, Yeo. It’s okay. We’ll figure it out. I’m sure we’ll figure it out.”
Jongho feels awkward standing beside them just watching interaction so he tries to turn away. Yeosang pulls himself from Wooyoung’s arms and slides back over to Jongho. “Um, if Wooyoung doesn’t mind…would you like to bring breakfast back to our quarters? It was really nice getting to talk to someone new.” He turns to his friend and tilts his head sweetly. “Woo, can he come back with us?”
“Well, maybe he shouldn’t…with you being so wired…” His voice trails off as Yeosang slowly pokes out a trembling lip, his eyes swirling with sad golden light. Wooyoung curses under his breath then rolls his eyes at Yeosang. Lowering his voice, he leans close to Yeosang’s ear. “Okay…but if things get to be too much…you need to be the one to kick him out. I’m staying in my own room. San finally got a communicator on the other station, and he promised to call me today.”
“He did?” Yeosang asks with a bright smile. Then he’s pulling Wooyoung into another tight hug and listening to him go on and on about some other Ilektri named San that, according to Wooyoung, “can light up a whole city with the power in him”.
Jongho really isn’t sure what any of it means, but they soon switch to a gruff, clipped language that he can’t even hope to understand so he stares at the line of people in front of them as if willing them to move already.
At some point, Yeosang pauses and turns to Jongho hesitantly, “Oh…that’s right. Isn’t it Valentine’s Day today?”
“Wow, I completely forgot. Yeah…I guess.” He pauses then looks back at Yeosang then Wooyoung. “Are you sure you guys want me to…”
“Yeah,” Yeosang cuts in immediately with a silly smile on his face, “that is…if you don’t already have someone–”
Jongo just snorts and shakes his head. “Now that you really don’t have to worry about.”
About ten minutes later, they have three trays of food and are on their way down the long, sterile halls of the space station. Jongho has seen most of the station, because he’s a sleep guard. While people in his section sleep “at night”, he paces the entire perimeter to make sure nothing shady is going on. There had been some bad cases of stealing and harassment going on between species for a while, so the higher up’s had hired nobodies like Jongho to keep an eye out for them. It was an easy job that paid well, and it had the added benefit of getting to see all different kinds of beings. He had always been curious about other planets and their inhabitants. Getting to meet Yeosang was a lucky coincidence. He just had to make sure that he didn’t overstep any personal boundaries by asking too many questions.
Before he knows it, they are back at the duo’s shared living space and settling into clean, white chairs around a clean, white dinner table. It’s almost offensively futuristic, like the movies on Earth back in the day that tried to guess what space would look like once they finally figured out intergalactic space travel.
“So, Jongho…” Wooyoung begins with a polite smile. “What is there to do around here for fun? We haven’t gotten out much since arriving here.”
“Well,” He begins around a mouthful of dried eggs. “There’s the star deck at the far north end of the station. You can actually strap on a mask and suit and lay out amongst the stars. If you wear a transparent suit, you can even get a tan.”
He smiles excitedly in their direction, but Yeosang only frowns back. “Are you saying I’m too pale?”
Eyes widening, Jongho shakes his head apologetically. Words fall out of his mouth without prompting yet again as he stares into Yeosang’s judgemental gaze. “Oh…um…no no not at all. Not you. You’re–your skin is–believe me when I say–when I–you’re perfect. Well, I mean…not perfect. Your skin is great…”
Wooyoung releases a glass-shattering cackle that has Jongho’s heart pounding even harder. His brow dips down as he notices Yeosang smiling too. The Ilektri smiles at his friend and shoves his arm. His eyes trail over to Jongho, and he bows his head slightly. “It was just a joke. I know I’m pale, but it’s kind of a big thing where I’m from.”
Jongho watches Wooyoung look him over slowly then smile. “Yes…royalty doesn’t go outside much so it’s natural that their skin would be a little paler.”
“Wooyoung!” Yeosang shouts as shoves his arm even harder. “Would you shut up for once?!”
With an eyeroll and a hand flourish, Wooyoung stands up and takes his empty tray to the cleaning receptacle. He shoves it down the waiting hole and speaks again, “Oh, I’m sorry, Your Highness. I’ll be taking my leave. Is there anything you need before I depart?”
Sighing and pushing his tray further away, Yeosang shakes his head and frowns at Wooyoung. “No… go talk to your lover boy. I’ll be fine out here.”
“Yeosang…” His friend starts with a nervous frown.
“I said I’m fine , Wooyoung. If I need you, I’ll call for you.”
They sit in silence as Wooyoung wanders back to his room and the door slides shut. Yeosang stands up abruptly and grabs both of their empty trays to dispose of them. He wanders across the room towards the living room area and waves at Jongho to follow him.
They end up sitting across from each other on a couch with matching looks of “what the hell do we do now?” scrawled across their faces.
“So…” Jongho begins awkwardly. He looks around the room for a clue of what he can talk about, but there really aren’t any decorations or belongings. It makes sense though. They just moved in. He sucks in a deep breath then starts, “Are you really…royalty?”
Yeosang’s face twists as he looks anywhere but at Jongho and nods. “Yeah…the prince of New Venus. That’s why I’m here. My parents wanted to keep me safe. There has been a lot of…infighting…happening on our planet. It’s all very dull honestly.” His frown lightens slightly as he gazes at the closed door that Wooyoung went through. “I’m glad they let Wooyoung come with me. He’s been training to be a knight for our family for years, but he’s not quite there yet. They thought it would be best if I had someone I was comfortable with though.”
“Is he your…” Jongho begins quietly.
Yeosang snorts, then throws a hand over his mouth. “Woo? With me? Us? Oh my stars, no. Ew. I mean, he’s not bad, I guess–but we don’t really match up. We–” He pauses, eyes widening, then looks down at the ground with a blush rising high on his cheeks. The pink blends beautifully with the harsh, golden zigzags along his sharp cheekbones.
Jongho doesn’t even stop to think when he leans forward and runs a thumb along the gold markings. There’s a current of something powerful running under the surface of Yeosang’s skin that almost causes Jongho to pull his hand back, but he doesn’t. He lets his fingers run along the skin appreciatively and smiles at Yeosang who is staring at him inquisitively. His voice is nearly inaudible as his eyes try to track the movements of Jongho’s fingers. “Um, what…what are you doing?”
“These markings,” He scoots forward even closer and brings the fingers of his other hand up to trace along the matching gold splashes on his collarbones. His voice sounds weaker when he continues, “You’re the most beautiful being I’ve ever seen on this station.”
Yeosang’s eyes widen comically as he leans back and stares at Jongho fearfully. “B-Beautiful?”
“Yeah.” His head feels fuzzy as he continues to pet the skin that twitches with electricity under his fingertips. His eyes trace upwards until they land on Yeosang’s lips. “I wonder…”
His words are interrupted by Yeosang leaning forward abruptly to slot their lips together in a rush. It’s positively electric . And not in the literary way. Not like, he lit up my life with his lips. An actual full-blown shock goes through Jongho’s body as a warm tongue parts his lips to explore the inside of his mouth. His body seems to go limp under the full-body sensation. It’s not painful, per se, but it is remarkably overwhelming. He gasps and sucks in a big breath of air as soon as Yeosang parts from him to press hungry lips to his jaw tenderly.
“Do you mean it?” He asks excitedly, leaning back to stare down at Jongho where has fallen back against the couch. His auburn hair sticks out in all directions as the residual static of the kiss wears off and leaves him feeling absolutely not grounded. “You think I’m beautiful?”
Another shock runs along the skin of his neck as wet lips attach to the skin there. He gasps and digs his fingers into the meat of Yeosang’s shoulders above him as he cries out, “The most beautiful. The most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”
The growl that tears out of Yeosang is unexpected but not unwelcome. It lights a fire that waltzes swiftly in his belly as Yeosang leans down above him, their bodies lining up from head to toe on the couch. He pushes a hard, muscled thigh between Jongho’s own legs and tips his head back to moan into the open air as he drags his own hardness against Jongho’s hip. “I-Is this okay? Can we keep going?”
Jongho nods spastically, smiling like a fool as Yeosang jerks against his lower half restlessly.
“I have to warn you,” Yeosang mumbles into his neck where he has taken up permanent residence with his teeth and tongue, “I’m really wired, so I need to offload some of it. You’re only human. This probably isn’t a good idea.”
His voice is so low and breathy that Jongho can barely focus on the words he’s saying. His eyes nearly cross as Yeosang’s fingers dip under his shirt and trail featherlight along the line of hair that runs from his waistband to his navel. He’s pretty sure Yeosang could say, “When we’re done here, I’m going to eat your liver.” and Jongho wouldn’t give a single fuck.
“It’s okay…I’ll be okay. I’m strong. You’ll be fine.” He rushes out in a low, throaty response that is absorbed by Yeosang’s rock hard shoulder that has somehow found its way into his mouth. Their bodies are rocking together fluidly, hard cocks leaking in their sweatpants painfully as their mouths explore everywhere at once.
“The thing is,” Yeosang sucks a healthy bruise onto the sharp edge of Jongho’s jaw then continues with a reedy sigh, “That’s why Wooyoung and I don’t match up. He’s like me. We output a lot of electricity, and other members of our species take it in. It’s a mutually beneficial relationship. And it f-feels–so–good–” He ends the statement on a desperate moan as a loud sparking sound travels along his spine. It’s audible and visible to Jongho as he peeks up over Yeosang’s writhing body on top of him. Each defined notch in the Ilektri’s spine sparkles with the same golden sheen as his cheekbones. Jongho’s mouth waters at the sight.
Jongho steels himself and pushes Yeosang back until he can look him in the eye. He pulls his shirt over his head and trails a hand down his stomach until it stops on his belt buckle. “I can take it, Yeosang. You can give it to me.”
The golden swirls in Yeosang’s eyes are all Jongho can focus on as the Ilektri drops his hands to Jongho’s lap to undo his belt and hurriedly tug off his pants. He takes deep, calming breaths as he throws the pants in a pile on the ground and tugs his own shirt over his head. Those same golden markings line his rib cage and pelvic bones beautifully. Jongho lets out a pleased sigh as he runs his rough fingertips over the gleaming marks. His voice is reverent as he leans up to place his lips over the thrumming sources of energy. “So gorgeous.”
Before long, they’re both free of their clothes entirely and Yeosang is running to the restroom to grab some kind of electro-safe lubricant that will help ease the transfer. Jongho is on his back, legs spread, staring at the ceiling, and wondering how he had ended up in this fantastical position.
When he woke up this morning, he thought he would grab some grub and go back to bed for the rest of the day. It was one of the first days off he had been granted in a while, so he expected it to be simple, easy.
Now he’s watching as an actual electrified prince saunters over in his direction with a hand full of lube and a smile full of small, boxy teeth.
Yeosang settles between his legs then pushes his knees up. His eyes darken as he stares down at Jongho’s length that hangs hard and heavy between his thighs. “You sure you still want to do this?”
Jongho leans forward with a smile and puckers his lips as an answer. Yeosang smiles back and presses their lips together in a sweet kiss. Falling back on the couch, Jongho puts his hands behind his head and sighs. “You have to focus your energy below my waist. My legs and, um, genitals should be fine, but we really shouldn’t risk the torso. My organs, especially my heart, might not love the jolt.”
He smiles shyly at Yeosang as the Ilektri nods with understanding. He takes a deep breath as he watches Yeosang’s lubed fingers skate from his soft tummy to the hair at the base of his cock. The lube shines as he drips some of it over Jongho’s twitching cock and heavy balls. Yeosang’s other hand slides lower and prods teasingly over Jongho’s entrance. “I’m going to start now. I’ll focus my energy in small bursts. If it gets to be too much, please tell me.”
“Of course.” He verbalizes, though his mind is nearly absent as the tip of Yeosang’s finger dips inside of him achingly slow. There’s a low current of energy thrumming along the length of his probing finger, and it adds to the shivery burn that comes with being fingered open. But it’s not bad at all. As a matter of fact, as his other fingers form a loose fist to pump at his shamefully hard cock, he finds that the extra pulse of energy works almost like a high concentration vibrator that is built into the Ilektri’s long, slender fingers. He stuffs a fist in his mouth to muffle his moans when Yeosang speeds up his one finger and gently adds a second one that seems to thrum with an even stronger current of power.
“Fucking stars above, Yeosang…ah ah ah–” He cries out as Yeosang’s fingers crook and slide along his sensitive insides. He jerks when Yeosang leans down to run his tongue along the seam of his closed lips. The action works to unfurl his lips like flower petals reaching towards the sun, their tongues meeting smoothly as Yeosang adds yet another finger. His other hand has ceased it’s stroking to slide down and grip at Jongho’s balls gently. The lube makes for a smooth slide over the sensitive skin. Small drafts of electricity flow through him at multiple points, and once again, he feels nearly overwhelmed and mentally afloat. It’s the perfect mixture of sensations to leave him nearly crying, begging for more. “More…please, Yeosang…more!”
A warm laugh tickles his lips as Yeosang leans back and stares down at the slim space between their bodies. He withdraws his tingling fingers slowly then replaces them with the blunt head of his cock. The point where their bodies connect is alight with a low level thrumming that has Jongho clenching and relaxing involuntarily as Yeosang slowly pushes inside of him. As he moves his hips forward gently, he leans down until their sweat-slick chests connect and his mouth lands right by Jongho’s ear. “Calm, Jongho. Relax. You’re so…it’s so tight. It’s hard to–”
Jongho isn’t listening anymore. He wants to be polite, but his body tends to take over in situations like this. He throws his legs around Yeosang’s waist and digs his heels into Yeosang’s ass to push him completely forward. They both moan in tandem, the sound almost musical in its harmonization. He feels unbearably full now, and the current of thrumming energy that runs along every inch of his smooth insides feels like a comfortable vibration. A heated coil of electricity that shivers in time with Yeosang’s pounding heart above him. He digs his heels in further and begs, “Keep going. Don’t stop.”
Yeosang doesn’t stop. Before Jongho knows it, he’s being flipped onto his stomach with his face stuffed in the pleather cushion of the couch gasping for air. His hips sting from the points where Yeosang’s slender fingers carve divots into the puffy flesh there, the electrical current working like a good spanking to keep his nerves on fire with unbridled arousal. He isn’t very talkative during sex, so he’s thankful that Yeosang is similar. Although he must admit that the higher pitched moans that Yeosang is letting out as he thrusts into him without restraint might actually cause his heart to stop. It’s so sweet and unexpected with how low and gravelly the man’s speaking voice is. It almost makes Jongho feel like his body feels so hot and tight around the Ilektri that it’s too much for him to handle. So good that it leaves him nearly crying out with pleasure as his thumbs dig into the dimples of his lower back that jiggles with each harsh thrust he endures.
“Can I–Can I touch you?” Yeosang asks through heavy breaths.
“You’re fucking me so hard that I can barely breathe and you ask if you can touch me?!” Jongho calls over his shoulder with a look of incredulity plain on his face. “Please…please touch me.”
Jongho catches Yeosang rolling his eyes before he drops down onto his elbows and sticks his ass out even further. The angle makes it easier for Yeosang to reach underneath him to pull on his cock in time with his sloppy thrusts. The whiny moans that Yeosang is releasing become something akin to a wail as he tenses all over, his cum and excess energy filling Jongho to the brim in a way that he has never, and may never again, experience. It’s overpowering and Jongho’s entire upper half and face smash into the couch below him as he cums in response to the overflowing jolt to his system.
Shaking all over and nearly crying with overstimulation (in more ways than one), Jongho jerks forward to force Yeosang out of him so he can writhe on the couch with the residual tremors racing through his body.
“Oh no…Jongho…are you okay? Did I hurt you?” Yeosang’s hands wave wildly as he stares down at Jongho’s still twitching form below him. He’s drenched in sweat, and his hips and lower back are littered with faint pink marks that make Yeosang’s heart flutter as he gazes down on the swath of golden skin below him.
Jongho turns his head slightly, from his facedown position on the couch, to grin up at Yeosang with hazy eyes. “Am I okay?” He pushes his face back into the couch then straightens out before rolling over to smile up at Yeosang. “I’m “ecstatic”.”
Yeosang stares down at him for a moment, his face shifting between relieved then confused then completely devoid of emotion. “You…”
“Get it?” Jongho reaches down to grab his shirt and sits up to smile even wider in Yeosang’s direction. “Ex-Static?”
“No…” Yeosang says under his breath. “You–”
“Like ex- static , because you’re electric–”
“Get out!” Wooyoung’s voice rings out as he steps out of his bedroom. “An hour of sex, I can deal with. But puns?”
Jongho’s face falls. “But–” He bites his lip hesitantly then looks at both of them and whispers, “I’m sorry…I just couldn’t resist–”
“Don’t.” Yeosang responds softly.
“Resistor…I couldn’t resist-or. Get it?!” Jongho adds on excitedly, his face bright red with excitement.
“ Get out! ” Wooyoung and Yeosang yell in unison.